Sunday, August 21, 2005
I HATE MY TOILET
It gets BUSTED every month. Now I can't PEE. And I can't SHIT.
My landlord is nowhere to be found.
Plumbers don't fucking work on weekends.
And my agent claims that they can only send a plumber on THURSDAY.
HELLO????? THURSDAY???!?!!? I will die of internal clog-up before the weekend is over.
Okay, save me from this crap. I am leaving London for Nottingham in a few hours time. I will vanish for three days till I can come back and EGEST in PEACE.
Ciao all. Its a massive sports day today.
MAY ARSENAL trash CHELSEA to the POINT OF OBLIVION.
MAY MCLAREN KICK RENAULT'S PRETENTIOUS ASS.................
*Lyn manages to leave before she turns laddish.*